Yesterday, Geelong Cereal published the third part of my dragon series, My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 3, My Dragon – Can He Fly. Geelong Cereal is a free online magazine showcasing local writing and creative arts, with a special love for serial fiction and stories from the Geelong region. It’s a welcoming space for writers at every stage of their creative journey, and I’m delighted that my dragon has found a home there. A heartfelt thank‑you to Mel, Geelong Cereal’s editor, whose care and encouragement helped bring this latest chapter to life. >> My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 3. My Dragon, Can He Fly
Below is the image of the poem as it appeared in the magazine.
As I finished Part 3 of my dragon’s journey, this song seemed to capture his spirit perfectly. A reminder that before we learn whether we can fly, we first need the courage to look toward the sky.
Yesterday, Geelong Cereal published the second part of my dragon series, My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 2, My Dragon – The Revival. Geelong Cereal is a free online magazine showcasing local writing and creative arts, with a special love for serial fiction and stories from the Geelong region. It’s a welcoming space for writers at every stage of their creative journey, and I’m delighted that my dragon has found a home there. A heartfelt thank‑you to Mel, Geelong Cereal’s editor, whose care and encouragement helped bring this latest chapter to life. >> My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 2. My Dragon, The Revival
Below is the image of the poem as it appeared in the magazine.
With Dragon’s Young Years drifting through my headphones, I returned to the world of my dragon. The song’s gentle reflections on the passage of time felt like an appropriate soundtrack for a tale of revival and second beginnings.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers Magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“A Bird of the Sun,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> A Bird of the Sun – Coffee House Writers
And as this song unfurls its quiet wings, may it carry you into the same bright drift where my poem first took flight.
Every now and then, a story slips quietly from the page and begins a journey of its own. A Pigeon’s Lament started as a brief piece of micro-fiction, yet it has since been accepted by Geelong Cereal and will soon be making its way onto community radio. Before this little pigeon heads out across the airwaves, here’s the tale that started it all.
Author’s Note: I’m delighted to share that Geelong Cereal has accepted A Pigeon’s Lament for publication. I’ll also be reading the piece live on Pulse Community Radio 94.7 FM on Friday evening.
A Pigeon’s Lament(Micro-fiction)
Sitting alone atop this broken wooden fence, I stare into the blinding sun that floods the great blue yonder, wondering if the horror has finally gone. Are we carrier pigeons free to ride the airwaves again, or has the world turned us into couriers of foreboding danger rather than bearers of faithful hope?
So the pigeon waits, watching the horizon and wondering whether the horror has finally gone. This beautiful song provided both a title and a mood for its solitary vigil.
Earlier today, my dragon returned to the page in Part 1 of My Dragon, TheTetralogy — a story of flight, memory, and the quiet ache of what might have been. For this week’s Throwback Friday poem, I’m revisiting a poem from May 2019 that carries the same creature into a different sky. It’s a dream‑journey through New York’s mythic corners, where dragons brush past torches, faeries linger in the trees, and hope rises from the ashes. Below is the poem as I first wrote it — now gently punctuated, but still holding its original fire
Scenes from my 2019 wander through New York — the places where dragons, dreams, and Lennon’s whisper still linger.
This poem first appeared in my debut bookTullawalla, Chapter 3 — “Dragons, Wizards, Faeries, and a Spacecraft”, page 55.
Dragons and Faeries
My dragon flew me to New York, His scaly tail was singed by the stoic statue’s torch as we were landing upon Central Park.
And in the city’s mystical forest I stood among strawberry fields and woods. Atop the plaque of my dreams, I imagined how life should’ve been – my naked soul, a vision unseen.
I have a dream, like John’s world: Togetherness, love pristine, the apple uneaten and the snake shyly beaten.
I see peace, within evil’s tiredness, burnt-out flames of the devil’s nakedness leaving us life’s leftover ashes. Then the peace dove shall arise from the ruins, and the lost faeries will return as humans.
And as these memories rise through mist and music, the old dream leans in once more… imagine.
Yesterday, Geelong Cereal published the first part of my dragon series — My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 1 – My Dragon. Geelong Cereal is a free online magazine showcasing local writing and creative arts, with a special love for serial fiction and stories from the Geelong region. It’s a welcoming space for writers at every stage of their creative journey, and I’m delighted that my dragon has found a home there. A heartfelt thank‑you to Mel, Geelong Cereal’s editor, whose care and encouragement helped bring this first chapter to life. >> My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 1 – My Dragon
Below is the image of the poem as it appeared in the magazine.
Before Part 1 settles into the dark, and as my dragon drifts back into shadow, here’s a song of solitude and wonder to close the first chapter.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers Magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“Don’t Worry, Home is Anywhere,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> Don’t Worry, Home is Anywhere – Coffee House Writers
A rain‑soaked afternoon left my pigeon photos a little blurred, yet even in that dull light, a small metaphor took wing — a plain‑grey bird rising above the world’s worrying affairs.
And as the music rises, even a plain‑grey bird reminds us that home is wherever we dare to lift ourselves above the world’s worrying affairs.
“To frozen clods even spring’s invisible law returns with grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn” … Walt Whitman
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers Magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“Spring Will Never Vanish (a Villanelle),” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> Spring Will Never Vanish – Coffee House Writers
As Whitman knew and this villanelle remembers, spring’s law always returns — and Tom Waits sings it home.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“A Global Suntan,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> A Global Suntan – Coffee House Writers
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“Uluru, Kakadu, Kathmandu, and Xanadu,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> Uluru, Kakadu, Kathmandu, and Xanadu – Coffee House Writers
The journey begins — a lone bird rising through the misty avenue.
